The Primordial Record-Novel

Rowan was not expecting any answer from the Singularity, it had tortured him for what could be considered billions of years in silence. However, the Primordial Record answered him.

"I GAVE YOU MY EYES, YET YOU STILL SEE SO LITTLE."

"Trust me," Rowan gasped, "I have seen enough ofdying to lasta trillion lifetimes. I cannot see a victory here but madness. This merger between us would never work, what can I do to make you realize that."

"ROWAN, I'M CURIOUS," the Primordial Record said, and he tried not to gape in surprise as the Singularity had just referred to him by his nfor the first time, "WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER TO BE A VICTORY FOR YOU?"t

"Clearly nothing you have been showing me," Rowan replied, his mind still going over the fact that the Primordial Record called him by name, and wondering why that had struck him as incredibly important.

"I HAVE NOTICED WHERE YOU PLACE YOUR FOCUS ROWAN IN ALL THE FUTURES THAT I REVEALED TO YOU, ALTHOUGH WITNESSING THEM DROVE YOU INSANE MULTIPLE TIMES, YOU NEVER STOPPED WATCHING… AND LEARNING. THAT FOCUS OF YOURS IS AMAZING IF YOU CONSIDER THAT THE HOSTS OF THE PRIMORDIAL RECORD SHOULD USUALLY BE BEYOND SUCH MINOR WORRIES."

Rowan frowned internally, 'had there been previous hosts of the Primordial Record, of so, who were they? Disregarding that fact, from the words of the Primordial Record, it expected its users to be simple, which was not surprising when it could give them all the wishes they wanted.

He was suddenly struck with a realization, that perhaps his father had done a lot to unknowingly aid him when he took out pages from the Primordial Record.

Rowan had never controlled the full capability of this treasure. Due to the fact that it had been broken, he did not have access to its full power, and everything he had accomplished largely depended on the bloodline he had cacross through various circumstances.

If his father had not scattered the pages of the Primordial Record, then he would have had access to more of its powers at the beginning, and the path he would have followed would have been very different.

Rowan doubted that he would have faced much difficulty fighting for his life if he had the complete Primordial Record from the start. He would never had to fight for his soul and commit acts that took him to his limits and beyond. With the Singularity, he was supposed to live life on Easy–Mode, but certain circumstances had forced him to stand on his own two feet.

The acknowledgment from the Primordial Record was a testament to that change.

'I really know nothing about this treasure.'

If the Primordial Record was aware of Rowan's thought, it did not seem to care as it continued speaking without pause,

"YOUR RESOLVE IS NOTEWORTHY BUT FLAWED BECAUSE THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH IT. THIS SINGLE–MINDEDNESS LEAVES YOU BLIND TO EVERYTHING HAPPENING ALL AROUND YOU. I WILL SHOW YOU THE POTENTIAL FUTURE AGAIN, AND THIS TDON'T LOOK AT THE BATTLE, LOOK AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE BATTLE. THE TRUTH THAT HAD BEEN RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES THIS ENTIRE TIME."

The future began once again, and it was a relief for his strained consciousness to look away from the fight. Although the battle drew him like iron to a magnet, after all this the had becvery familiar with the tides of conflict, and he followed the advice of the Primordial Record, and he looked at everything except the battle.

It was almost comical how easy it was to spot what the Primordial Record wanted him to see. It was the one spot of silence inside the chaos. It was the discarded page of the Primordial Record.

It floated silently in this new reality, safe from the conflicts between the most powerful creatures in existence, and at the moment the baby died at the hands of the Primordials, a change happened and the single page becsomething more—an entirely new book.

A new Primordial Record was born; unlike the Black Book of before, this one was white, and it was alive in a way that the Primordial Record was not.

"YOU CAN SENSE A BIT OF WHAT IT CONTAINS ROWAN. THIS IS THE FUTURE, OUR FUTURE. THIS NEW SINGULARITY IS NOT LIKEAND YOU, IT'S BETTER."

Rowan watched in fascination as the White Book rippled like a mirage and split into three identical White Books.

This act caused Limbo beneath him to erupt, and the new reality that had been struggling to survive the onslaught of the Primordials was born. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt

Rowan watched Evil take form.

Whatever these creatures born in this new reality they were wrong on a fundamental level. They followed concepts that were so alien to common sense it was useless to understand them.

He saw gigantic monsters with features that did not make sense, tentacles, eyes, flesh, metal, everything was twisted in an abominable combination.

As these massive monsters emerged from Limbo with powers that eclipsed reality, they all reached for the Primordial Records.

The three Singularity once more shattered into nine.

The future ended with cries of despair from the Primordials.

"WE CAN GROW AND MULTIPLY. ROWAN THIS IS THE FUTURE, EVEN IF THE BOTH OF US ARE NOT IN IT."

"If this is your version of the future, then I don't want it." Rowan gritted his teeth, and he looked towards his shattered body, with a force of will that emerged from witnessing powers that ended reality more times than he could count, he began shoving the broken pieces of himself back together.

"I believe I understand you better now, I have always wondered why the Main body of my father was destroyed. It is because it is not of this reality or any reality."

With a groan of pain, his bones fitted back together, but Rowan was too weary to create flesh to cover them, and he began to stand.

"You cfrom a place that is so far beyond this one, that even the Primordials do not know of your origin. Yet you should understand who I am Singularity, and you should know you cannot break me. Your Will is not my own."

Overhead, the potential futures had restarted, and beneath the eruption of Primordial Might, Rowan's ragged bones stood up, and he bore through the vibrations of the fight that could end all existence.

He looked to the skies and cried out his defiance even as he was crushed to dust, but his bones did not fall, and he still stood upright, even if he was nothing but dust. Read Web s Online Free - Fire Fire -

"IF THIS IS YOUR CHOICE ROWAN, THEN I WILL HONOR IT. REMEMBER, THERE WILL CA DAY WHEN YOU WILL HAVE NO HOPE. YOUR ENEMIES UNENDING AND TOO POWERFUL FOR YOU TO WIN, AT THE EDGE OF YOUR DEATH, REMEMBER THAT I ONCE GAVE US SALVATION… YOU DON'T FEAR DEATH. THIS I KNOW CLEARLY, BUT YOU FEAR A MEANINGLESS ONE. THAT IS YOUR DESTINY. TO DIE LIKE AN ANT."

A whisper replied the Primordial Record, emerging from the dust,

"Your next host may be someone that you can break, however in this life, I'm your master, and it is my Will you shall follow. You dare preswhat the end of my path would become? WatchPrimordial Record, as I break your insight to pieces. I shall rule over the Primordials, and then, I shall cfor you."